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"nanie Oplimiata " mbec ol Commerce and Ad Club Hotel Ben Lomond OGDEN. UTAH Hubert E. Vlaick. Msr. pfilf By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM l EUGENE CUNNINGHAM W.N-U- . RELEASE THE STORY SO FAR: When Con Cam-eron arrives tn Wild Horse after his first trip as a cowhand, he finds him-self right in the midst of trouble. Wild Horse is controlled by Asa Brock, a cat-tle buyer, who has the marshal. Dyna-mite Downes, on his side. Nevil Lowe, a rancher, quarrels with Brock, and Con saves Lowe from being shot by a deputy marshal called "El Muchacho." After that the town is no longer safe for him, so he hits the trail again, leaving his pal, Caramba Vear, behind. At Fronteras, another frontier town, he meets Lee Welsh and his two companions, the Ran-ters, who invite him to join them. But Con learns that the trio is wanted for murder, and when the Raniers kill Welsh during a quarrel, Con goes on alone to-ward Tivan, where Nevil Lowe has just been made marshal. Con believes Lowe will help him, since he is indebted to Con for saving his life. But when Con gets to Tivan he Is seized as a partner of Welsh and the Raniers. He tries to escape, but is struck down by Lowe him-self. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER V His eyes grew used to the dim light. He blinked-- around and saw that the room holding him was small, perhaps eight by ten feet, with a door on his left standing ajar. From his handcuffs a yard of chain ran to a cottonwood log in the wall. That freckled and cheerful cowboy who had refused his drink in Fron-teras was chained on his right. He grinned at Con. "Well!" he drawled. "Out of the "You're op Salt Creek without a paddle." didn't say anything about his intro-ducing me to her and telling just when and how I joined the 20 Bars. Too full of her disappointment, prob-ably." He fumbled for tobacco and pa-pers. "You put your sister on the train and told her to have a good time. You went on to the Metropole and saw Mrs. Kleiss. I went there, too. hunting Caramba Vear. We stood in the door of the dining room while you thanked Mrs. Kleiss for being nice to Janet But I can see that all this still leaves me a buscadero, if you feel that way. Even leaves me as this Comanche who was shot in the robbery and died In the saddle, Lee Welsh said. All right! I'm done talking." Lowe said nothing, only turned to go out. Janet got up quickly and followed. From the next room the murmur of their voices carried to Con as he and Jeff stood. "Not a thing!" Lowe was saying to Janet "Except The description of Comanche warns against being deceived by baby face, and re-marks that he is amazingly plausi-ble liar and born murderer! I couldn't take a chance, even if I felt inclined and I don't feel inclined not the least bit!" When they were chained to the log once more and alone, Jeff leaned to Con and whispered: "How do you feel about taking a paseo? To the Lobo Hills?" "I won't kill anybody to get out," Con whispered grimly, "but that's about the only line I draw!" "You got awful little hands. Try twisting. These old cuffs are stiff and clumsy. You can slip 'em Fant and the others of his opinions. Jeff's shrewd eyes were on him steadily. "Don't tell me you're the man that shot Lincoln, too!" Jeff said, grinning. He began to talk of Dud Para-mor- e and Con listened sullenly. By Jeff's account, Paramore was a gun-man and horse thief second to none the Southwest had ever known. "When are you going to ask Lowe to let you go?" Con said sourly. "Or do you want me to ask him?" Instead of answering, Jeff began to whistle. He shook his head when Con asked questions. The gloom of the improvised jail became dusk. The door opened and Chunky the deputy brought a Mexican waiter who carried a big tray. A wall lamp was lighted in each room. From the Oil came caustic re-marks about restaurant meals bought with stolen money. When the waiter had gone, an eld-erly Mexican woman brought food in pots and pans for the other prisoners in the large room. She did not serve Jeff and Con. He looked at the deputy. "Sheriff says you two can eat in his kitchen." Chunky explained. "Do'no' why!" He saw the Mexican woman out, then produced a single pair of hand-cuffs. He locked Con and Jeff t, then unlocked the heavy, old - fashioned gyves which had chained them to the log. The two stood, stretched, twisted. They went out ahead of Chunky' s drawn pistol and into a narrow hall, waited while he locked the door behind them, then descended a narrow flight of stairs. At the back of this adobe building was the d kitchen, presided over by the Mexican woman who had carried food. But at a table op-posite that on which two plates and stars, nun? About time. Nevil Lowe hogtied you there seems like half an hour back." "You're Jeff Allmon," Con said slowly. "Martino Palafox mentioned you to us, the other night. You work with Quirk Ellis, I hear." "No more!" Jeff Allmon denied. The door on Con's left was hooked open by a toe. He looked into a larger room, and lighter. By sway-ing, he could see two rows of three men each, chained to the walls as he and Jeff Allmon were. In the cen-ter of one line a tall man sat com-fortably, smoking a cigar, a dark and handsome figure, more than "That's Milam Fant," Jeff Allmon informed Con in an admiring under-tone. He vzp sheriff till they got the gov'nor to jerk him out, account of some killings and missing cows they say he knows about" "I've heard of him," Con admit-ted. He checked himself as he was about to say that he had heard Little good of Fant, except as to physical bravery and efficiency. "He was marshal of a n tough towns, before he came back here. What are you bundled up for?" "Title trouble," Jeff said, with widening of his perennial grin. Con sat, with lessening headache, to consider his own troubles. He moved slightly and the handcuffs pressed upon his wrists. Something very like panic began to rise in him as a key rattled in the door be-hind him and it squeaked open. He turned to face a short, wide man, a very ordinary cowboy little older than himself, notable only because his round face wore a tension that did not seem to belong upon it. Be-hind this cowboy, though, was Nevil Lowe. He did have a swollen cheek. "Sheriff!" Con called instantly. "Can I talk to you a minute? I was looking for you when Bain jumped me. I'm sorry I hit you, but things were moving pretty fast and " "Later," Lowe said evenly, with-out looking at him. "I'm busy, now. Come on, Chunky.", He went with the cowboy trailing into the other room. Con had a glimpse of him moving from pris-oner to prisoner, seeming to inspect their handcuffs. He talked briefly to someone not Fant. Nevil Lowe came out, followed by Fant's jeering voice. He looked at a man in the door and shook his head. "He's not going to talk. I didn't think he would, Mr. Tenison. It's as Chunky said: Oil was a gnod man and except for his mistaken notions about other men's stock, he's a good man yet. We'll just have to scout around for his friends. Can you do it?" Topeka Tenison nodded slightly. Lowe turned expressionless face upon Con. "I wired Salado about you. I don't know how long it will take, but the sheriff there seems pretty anxious to return any or all of the Ranier bunch. He's sending deputies. You played in fool's luck when you re-sisted arrest, or you wouldn't be waiting for the Salado men." "Listen! Do you know Buzz Upper-ma-of the 20 Bar? He sold to Asa RrnrW at the same time vou were Try!" It was hard and painful maneuver-ing, but amazedly Con found himself free of the right cuff. Then Jeff passed to him a tiny bit of pointed steel which he called a picklock. Under his whispered directions, Con worked at the left handcuff until it opened. "I had the pick hid all time," Jeff told him. "But these cuffs keep your hands so close together I couldn't work it. Try it on mine, now." They continued to sit in the dim light of the wall lamp, when both were free. Jeff seemed unmoved. "Just a li'l' more oil in that lamp," he muttered. "When it goes out. I'll tie into the door lock . . ." Time went draggingly. There was some talk in the next room as the wick that Con watched gave off a smaller and smaller flame. Then Milam Pant wondered audibly why Chunky had not come up to put out the lights. "We got a lamp in here," Jeff called. "Just wiggle your left li'l' finger and out she goes! Like that!" The flame rose brilliantly, then shrank to a red edge and disap-peared. Fant laughed and called to Jeff to come in and put out the oth-er one. Con and Jeff were at the door, Jeff whistling almost soundlessly as he worked with the pick at the cheap old lock. There was a click that sounded thunderous to Con and Jeff's triumphant ah! The door swung slowly open a crack. "Come on, cowboy!" Jeff breathed. "Nobody in the hall!" He stopped for long enough to k the door as quietly as it had been unlocked. A muttering of sev-eral voices sounded below them. Then feet. "This way!" Jeff grunted. They went into the storeroom as several sets of feet climbed the stairs. The window was a case-ment and only latched. They dropped two yards to the ground when hanging at arms' length from the sill. Dimly, from overhead, they heard what seemed many voices snarling. "Por dios!" Jeff breathed gasp-ingly. "I told you I smelled a hang-knot- ! If that ain't the stranglers taking 'em out No wonder Chunky never showed up! Come on! What we need is cover!" He led the way at a run, to a ditch near some cottonwoods. (TO BE CONTINUED) cups were set, Janet Lowe kneaded dough. She looked up at the two and Con kept his face blank, his eyes trained to the side of her. Jeff seemed at ease. "Hi, Janet!" he said cheerfully. "Looks like pie crust. Save me the middle, will you with the li'l' ring of pie that goes out to the edges of the pan? I'm partial to that part of pies. Carnacion! Did you" he slipped into accentless Spanish as he grinned at the cook "make that stew of the marvelous aroma with your own tiny, lily hands?" "Picaro! Rascal!" Carnacion snapped. "Compliments to a grand-mother! I will not be fooled. Who is this handsome boy? Someone has made a mistake, or he would not be in el calabozo!" "He is the boy who rode with three robbers." Janet broke in, also in Spanish. "My brother had a tele-gram about these men. Martino Palafox met them, not knowing more than that they seemed dan-gerous and came toward Tivan. So he telegraphed. Then young Ber-nardo Hernandez met them and heard one admit that they were He told his father, who telegraphed. So when this boy rode in, alone, he was taken." Con. understood only a part of the rapid-fir- e talk, but quite enough to be uncomfortable. Jeff looked curi-ously at him as they ate cuffed right and left hands on the table between their plates with their spoons that were their only utensils. Nevil Lowe came into the kitchen with a telegram. He looked coldly at Con. "I wired Wild Horse about your men, Upperman and Vear. It seems that Upperman brought in a herd, as you said. But he left right away. Nobody knows exactly where to lo-cate him. As for Vear Mrs. Kleiss at the Metropole says he's not there, either, but she knows him for a scoundrel and any friend of his is probably the same." Con stared frowningly. He was oddly unmoved except that Lowe's contemptuous expression, the eyes of Janet upon him, roused an ugly irritation. "I see," he drawled. "She had Caramba roped, but he got away before she tied him. So, he's a scoundrel. Maybe so, but my no-tion is, he's a lucky one. But she dickering with Brock. If he's still in Wild Horse or Vacaton, he'll identify me and prove to you by telegram that I was with his herd and couldn't have been shooting at that express messenger. And in Wild Horse is a friend of mine from the 20 Bar: William Vear. Goes by Caramba. He will identify me for you. I'll pay for the telegrams" "I've got a lot of things on my mind besides you. I can't be both-ered, right now, with hunting trail bosses and cowboys I don't know. The Salado men will look you over. You can wait!" When the door had closed behind Lowe, Chunky, and Topeka Tenison, Con stared grimly at it. "Wlat?" Con grunted, looking at Jeff. "Didn't hear you." "You're up Salt Creek without a paddle and a hole in the boat! Did you really see Nevil Lowe in Wild Horse?" "I saw him there. He was point-ed out to me as a man who was on the edge of a lot of trouble." 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Keep one set upstairs floor mop, cleaning pow-ders and cloths, dustpan and a broom and another downstairs. This much equipment will last twice as long as one set, so it is not impractical. Our Foreign Born Almost one-thir- d of the popula-tion of the United States is of for-eign origin or the children of for-eign born fathers and mothers. In some parts of the United States the proportion is much higher. In New York city, for instance, five out of every seven inhabitants ara of foreign extraction or first gen-eration Americans. By VIRGINIA VALE (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) TTEDY LAMARR started A her career as William Powell's screen wife with ex-pert advice from Myrna Loy, who's so often been "Mrs. Thin Man." Here's her note. "Dear Hedy: Just remem-ber, when Bill ' starts emot-ing, you stop breathing but he'll always give you the best side of the camera. If he hasn't had time for breakfast, keep out of his sight. If possible, have the di-rector call you after lunch. On the other hand, working with Bill means you're home in time for dinner. Do learn to tie ties; Bill can't. Neither does he like noise on the set. He just laughs if you blow your lines, but don't you laugh if he blows his. Good luck from an The March of Time breaks 'all its own precedents to bring us first-hand knowledge of India, now that U. S. soldiers are fighting at her very frontiers. Two pictures will be released, "India in Crisis," cov-ering the political and social back-ground of the Indian question, pre-sents the viewpoints of the various dissenting groups. The second in-stallment is "India at War." Frederic March is one of the few actors who always knows what he'll be doing six months hence. If he's in Hollywood, he knows he'll be on I 7. I FREDERIC MARCH Broadway; he does one play a sea-son there. If he's in New York, he knows he'll be in Hollywood, making a picture. A midget clad in a chimpanzee's suit works with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby in "Road to Morocco." Nat-urally, when the comedians recog-nized friends among a group of studio visitors, they turned the "chimpanzee" loose on them. He screeched, grabbed them, ran amok; they fled for their lives, while Hope and Crosby sat back, looking a little too innocent. Herbert Wilcox recently returned from making "They Flew Alone," in London; it's the story pf Amy Mollison's life, starring Anna Nea-gl- e and Robert Newton. And what snags. he ran into! He wanted New-ton to play James Mollison New-ton was serving on a minesweeper. An appeal to the government got his release. Electric power at the studio was limited. All timber in the sets had to be used over and over. It took seven months to make the picture, but Mr. Wilcox feels that the very difficulties helped to give it an unusual quality of reality. Did you like "Here Comes Mr. Jordan"? 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